So here is part 2. Thank you to everyone who left a review, favourited or followed chapter 1, I really appreciate it!
I hope you like it!

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Hank's index finger began pressing back on the trigger but he never got the chance to discharge the shot because the next thing Hank knew he was being tackled.

The two men hurtled backwards, tumbling off the chair and onto the kitchen floor with a loud thud.

"Oomph," was the only noise Hank could make when he hit the ground, his mind whirling and struggling to comprehend what had just happened. His brain caught up with reality as Connor knocked the gun from his hand and sent it skidding across the kitchen floor.

Hank was furious and left out a bellow of rage. He struggled to get out from underneath Connor and shoved the android off him, giving him a rough kick as he went and crawling determinedly towards the gun.

"No!" Connor cried and he threw himself on top of Hank, trying to pull the man back.

Incensed, Hank first attempted to pry Connor's hands off with a growled, "Fuck off!" When this failed he grappled with Connor and they began wrestling.

In the tangle of limbs Connor managed to get the upper hand and pinned Hank to the ground with his arms above his head. "Stop it, Hank!" Connor shouted.

"You bastard! You fucking bastard!" Hank yelled, straining to get out of Connor's hold. "What that fuck are you doing?"

"I won't let you die, Hank," Connor said through gritted teeth, his voice breaking slightly.

"You seemed pretty fucking happy to let me die when we were chasing that deviant, Rupert," Hank spat back cruelly, causing Connor to flinch.

Hank continued to fight against Connor's grip, "You're a fucking machine! A plastic piece of shit! You have no fucking right to dictate what does and does not happen to me! Now. Let. Me. Go!"

"I'm not letting you kill yourself. I won't let you-"

Hank was about to start shouting again when something wet hit his cheek. He paused for a moment in bewilderment while he struggled to work out what it was when he felt it again on his other cheek.

Hank looked up at Connor's face; there were tears in Connor's eyes, tears that were spilling down his cheeks and onto Hank. Tears that were illuminated by Connor's LED flashing brightly in red.

Hank's brow furrowed, his anger momentarily suspended. Hang on, he thought, Connor's LED is red, not blue. An android's LED only went red like that when they were feeling intense emotions, when they were deviant.

Hank's eyes widened in shock; Connor had become a deviant. Connor, the android sent by CyberLife to hunt down deviants had become a deviant himself.

With this new revelation Hank stopped resisting, his shoulders slumping.

Connor did not seem to notice Hank's acquiescence and kept a tight hold on his wrists muttering a sorrowful mantra more to himself than to Hank, "I won't let you. I won't let you die. I won't let you leave me."

Hank stared baffled as more tears flowed from a very distraught and mumbling Connor. This changed things, didn't it? The machine, the android, he had been working with all along was not the android currently holding him down. The android before him was something, someone, completely different.

"Connor, Connor. Connor!" Hank called and then shouted when he got no reaction.

Connor stopped speaking and slowly let his eyes meet Hank's.

"My back is bloody sore. Could you let me up?"

Connor looked at him with a disorientated expression which quickly turned to one of suspicion as his eyes flicked back and forth between Hank and the gun which lay a few feet from them.

"I won't try to go for the gun," Hank said, but when Connor looked unconvinced he gave a small sigh and added, "I promise."

Still looking sceptical Connor let go of Hank's wrists and moved off him. He apprehensively sat back on his heels looking like a tiger ready to pounce should Hank made any attempt to reach for the revolver.

Hank sat up gingerly and moved to sit with his back against one of the cupboards. He hadn't been lying his back did hurt from being tackled, quite a bit actually.

They remained in silence for some time, neither knowing what to say to the other.

Hank watched as Connor surreptitiously dried his tears, the LED remained red but it had stopped flashing and now blinked lazily every few seconds.

Hank's mind was in utter chaos. It felt like everything had abruptly shifted, that things had changed. But had they really? Connor had still killed all those deviants; he still had a mission to complete. But if he was now a deviant would he still go through with his mission? If he didn't or if CyberLife found out that he had gone rogue they would surely deactivate him. Even when Connor was being a plastic asshole Hank certainly didn't want him to be deactivated.

Hank let his eyes close and lent his head back against the cupboard door. His desire to be with his son, for death, and a sweet oblivion free from pain and loss began to abate. He couldn't leave Connor now. Could he? If he did go, what would become of Connor? As much as he didn't want to admit it, even to himself, he cared for Connor. Maybe that's why it hurt so much that Connor had been so cold, so inhumane. But now...

A new sense of purpose filled Hank, overriding the depression. If things were going to change there was something Hank had to know.

"Why?" Hank asked, opening his eyes and staring at Connor with grim determination.

Confused, Connor tilted his head to the side, "Why what?"

"Why did you stop me?"

"I...I don't-"

"You could have just kept on walking out that door. But you didn't. Why?"

"I...I" Connor stammered, his LED beginning to flash wildly again.

"It would have been better for your mission, easier even, if I wasn't around. Why. Did. You. Stop. Me?" Hank ground out.

Connor stared at Hank with an expression which could only be described as one filled with pain and anguish.

"I didn't want you to...to die."

"Why? Why would you care? What about your mission?"

Silence.

"Oh, fuck the mission!" Connor snarled, startling Hank with his sudden ferocity. Connor moved swiftly forward and knelt next to Hank grabbing the front of his hoodie, their faces inches apart.

"All along that's all I thought about: 'The Mission'. That's all I cared about, that's all I was allowed to care about. It was what I was programmed to do. But tonight, when I saw you with that gun, pressed just here," Connor lifted his hand and hesitantly touched Hank's temple and stared at the spot with a haunted look in his eyes.

"I've never felt anything like it. All I knew was that I had to stop you," Connor brought his gaze back to meet Hank's once more. "I couldn't go on without you. I couldn't lose you."

"Why couldn't you?" Hank pressed, guessing why but needing to hear Connor say it.

Connor appeared lost as he stared at Hank, trying to find the words, the reason why he had deviated, that he had saved Hank. "Because...because you're...you're my friend."

After a moment of silence Hank gave a small huff of laughter. He reached out and affectionately said, "Stupid android," and ruffled Connor's hair.

Connor looked bemused at first before giving Hank a lopsided grin.

The moment of levity was short lived though as Connor's LED suddenly flashed in several short quick bursts and his grin fell.

He gave Hank a sombre look, "CyberLife are rounding up all androids; they're hunting Marcus's group."

Hank made a shooing motion, "Then what are you waiting for! Go, warn them! Fight for your people!"

Connor looked at him puzzled as his mind wrapped around what Hank had said. When he finally caught on he scrambled to his feet and took off. He was halfway to the front door before he skidded to a halt and turned back around. "What about you? What are you going to do?" he asked worriedly.

"Me?" Hank said gruffly, gingerly getting to his feet. "I have to try and get my fucking job back. I have to go and kiss Fowler's ass and hope he in a forgiving mood."

"We might be able to work together again," Connor said with a hopeful air.

The corners of Hank's lips twitched upwards in a reluctant smile. "Maybe. Just maybe."

"I would like it very much, if we could work together again." Connor nodded to Hank and hurried out the door.

Hank stared after Connor's retreating back, "Me too, kid. Me too."

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Fin

So that's it, I hope you enjoyed it! :)
Just in case anyone was wondering: Connor found Markus and the other deviants at the church and convinced them that he's on their side and it plays out exactly like in the game after that with Connor going to Cyberlife. :)